While eating our picnic lunch on our family outing today, our five-year-old Ian informs us, “What I was planning for this adventure was different.” Of all the whines and groans he could have uttered, I thought this was a pretty fun way to express his opinion. So, we cleaned up and redirected our activities.
He had me in stitches a few minutes later, as we were preparing to cross the street. As I took his hand in mine, he cautioned me, “Mom, don’t touch my booger finger. You might get germs.” Isn’t honesty and courtesy refreshing? I think I could take a lesson from that. Perhaps sometime I’ll try forewarning someone of my booger finger.